There is something about the circa 1910 window casements that connects with me, probably as this reminded me so much of my Grandparents house.

A window makes a wonderful metaphoric subject, but as a genre, it titters on the edge of visual over-use and the danger of becoming trite. Nevertheless, I find that this composition is interesting as I investigate the memories of this house on Humboldt Street within the context of the Cheesman Park region. The translucent curtains provides a layer of indeterminacy evoking a feeling of some place in between the internal and external experiences.